I was warming my hands over the crackling fire in the study. The autumn evenings became colder and colder. He reached towards me handing me back my notes. ‘I have made some corrections'. –He said.
'I want you to tell them that I live in the eternal present and I come from the past and the future.
We met and known each other in many other times not just in the last thirty years. I lived and worked with you on ancient continents, in ancient cities and in old civilisations. We have known riches and poverty, experienced great love of the hearts and also solitudes of body and mind.'
He slowly walked around the room with his hands folded behind his back. He quickly turned around at the fireplace, looked up and with a raised voice he cited the following.
'The greatest pitfalls of man are ignorance and prejudice.
This is what we have been dealing with here, my dear girl! Ignorance and prejudice put their stamp on the work and tried to sell the distorted version of it to minds that are made of concrete.
The minute the work left the institute they wanted to change it to fit into their own work, into their own systems. They are still trying to find the bases of its existence in the literatures written by other minds.
They forgot to pay the slightest interest and attention to what was already there right in front of their eyes.
In some ways I can understand them. For example many people know that electricity exists, although it is not visible. No one can see it, no one knows where it comes from and no one can create it. Once it has been discovered they learned to use it and harness it, but there are certain requirements as to how it has to be handled. Otherwise it doesn’t work or could be very dangerous.'
Raising his palms towards the ceiling he continued. -' Look around you- the seeds, which have been put down by them many decades ago, are sprouting and growing into unrecognisable forms with no substance.
The energy is scattered and conduction is far from its ideal state.'
He was silent for a long time, only the sound of the crackling fire and the smell of the burning logs filled the room.
It suddenly became dark outside.
'The ego cannot pose truth my dear girl.' -He said quietly.' It wants to protect itself and what it knows. It strives for safety and control. The base of its existence is survival what ever it takes.'
Then he changed the subject and his voice became passionate and excited.
'But what we meant to talk about here is eternal and the greatest gifts of all, which grows in the giving and it never looses its luminous shine.'
Are you talking about love? – I asked with my heart pounding faster and faster, paying the closest attention to his words.
'It is love, but it is not the kind of love, which is portrayed and understood in everyday life.
The love that people generally talk about can be blissful, but it cannot compare with a still higher love, which marks a higher life.
This love requires commitment and puts great responsibility on the person who chooses to work with it.
This energy that we call love here, vibrates on a certain frequency. This frequency cannot be lied to, cannot be manipulated, cannot be grasped and controlled by the polluted mind.
When you learn to know this love, this energy; you understand that whatever may come to pass, if love-bonds are broken and you appear to have no friends, you are by right of birth surrounded by protecting powers that defy all opposition.
So long as you live a life of purity and goodness, and adhere strictly to the path of duty you will be protected from all harm'.
He turned towards the fire; his face lit up and his eyes reflected the most luminescent burning light.
He took a sip of his strong coffee, and as he slowly walked away he called back.
‘Tomorrow I want you to come with me.’ I nodded and looked at the burning fire as I put my hands on my burning heart. The sound of an owl broke the silence of the night.'
Picture: Michael Angelo Creation of Adam 'Hands' from Google Images
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